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communicate & protect
"The best way to protect something is to set it free."
Since the Moira has arrived on Ceta, things have been (mostly) quiet considering their usual stay on planets before it. The only cruelty about this one is the fact they hunt for both sport and gain, and the creatures of Ceta do not have a voice—or intelligence to defend themselves. However, as the crew of the ship will come to learn, this is an elaborate lie. With the previous problem of the MID malfunctioning, and causing a bit of a miscommunication fiasco, finally solved, it is apparent that whatever had been wrong with this technology had slowly begun to affect the crew prior to exploring Ceta. Only in subtle, unnoticed ways.
With everything beginning to run a little more smoothly, a shift in the air overtakes both the Moira and Ceta in the days following. ☄ A LESSON IN MID COMMUNICATION ( 03.17 - 03.22 )As the translator technology has recently been fixed, the crew will notice that their MID devices now come with an extra feature: a brief explanation of the extra capabilities of the translation technology. Each MID records all language that is spoken near it, stores information on phonetics and linguistics in order to keep each language as current as possible. In the event that an unknown language is encountered, all known languages are applied until the meanings of each sound or word are decoded. In some instances, it’s a long process, and in others, it spans the time of a few weeks.
There is a small addendum that states that no conversations are recorded and stored in their entirety in order to protect privacy.
Crew may ask themselves why this is there, but all they have to do is get close enough to one of the flying, whale-like creatures to find out. Communication is still not quite perfect, and this is where the translator technology needs the crew’s help. The more two beings interact using speech, the further the database will expand. Attempting communication might be futile at first, but eventually, the low peaceful songs filling the misty air of Ceta are broken with words: a cry for help When the creatures have come close to the temporaries before, it was not out of curiosity; it was an attempt to destroy them and save themselves. But remember, even if you want to help, these creatures are skittish around sudden light and it takes time for them to trust, time the Moira might not have. ☄ TRADE FOR RESOLUTION ( 03.22 - 03.25 )It’s common knowledge that this universe runs on a system of trade for either goods or services. If you can provide either of those to another, then you can have anything you want. This includes protection. The closest neighboring planet, like so many others, has a variety of groups that can be hired out to perform a number of duties. In an effort to offer the crew peaceful resolution for something that they’ve learned is discomfiting to many Moirans, the hunting and killing of innocent creatures on Ceta, the captains suggest something a little different this time.
Contact and an initial payment has been made to a team of soldiers to travel to Ceta to meet with the crew. Essentially, if enough valuable resources are offered to this group, they will do whatever is necessary to rid Ceta of the hunters and declare that Ceta is a protected planet. This means that they will protect these giant creatures from future harm as long as a yearly sum is delivered to them. The captains agree to continue payment as long as the rest of the crew can gather enough for the first year. ☄ FEEDING FRENZY ( 03.25 - 03.31 )With everything finally coming to a peaceful close, the Moira and the crew’s routine begin to return to normal. The process for leaving Ceta is spread ship-wide. However, as they leave Ceta’s atmosphere and enter space once more, some odd things appear to have flooded the ship. An infestation of scraplets have led to minor complications that soon start to escalate. Feeding exclusively on metal, they make a mangled mess of the ship's systems, causing them to glitch and stop working altogether as they chew their way through its internal workings. You may notice your door will no longer open or close, or maybe the temperature has gotten unusually warm. Is that a leak? How did that get there? Maybe you happen to be made of metal yourself, or have metallic prosthetics - "living" metal is actually preferred over the walls of the ship.
The infestation will start to threaten critical systems if left unchecked and will need to be taken care of as quickly as possible. It is the crew’s responsibility to band together and figure out a way to stop these scraplets from devouring the entirety of the ship and leaving them stranded or worse.
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thisavrou_log2016-03-17 09:28 pm
Han Solo, open for all your Han Solo needs.
The sooner they leave Ceta the better, in Han's opinion. He doesn't spend much time down on the planet by choice, but now and then he finds himself hanging around in the course of shuttling people back and forth. You could say it's nice to get some air, except the air quality isn't all that good. There isn't much to see, save the museum, and that doesn't have a lot of repeat value either. So when he's down there he's whale-watching by default.
Which starts to get weird fast, once the translator starts picking it up.
At first Han assumes it's a fluke, but he still jumps when his bracelet picks up a stray word among the creatures' crooning. That can't be right, can it?
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[ scraplets | Moira in general ]
Though he's glad to have his blaster back, Han wasn't exactly eager to have a need for it. He encounters his first couple of scraplets on his way down to the mess, gnawing a hole in the base of a random bulkhead. Stomping and swearing makes them scatter but they just get right back to work on other spots, and whatever they are, they're definitely up to no good.
Within the hour he's taken it upon himself to shoot, smash, or step on every one he can find. Which is a lot of them, which means you might find him in the midst of a temporary strategic retreat now and then, because there are a lot of them.
Having the ship overrun with metal-eating pests isn't going to do anyone much good, so for the foreseeable future he's going to be trying to dispatch as many as possible whenever he isn't busy with his duties.
After the first day of trying to stem the tide you can find him scrounging around in the hold, looking for anything that might do to trap or contain the little monsters. Maybe they can find a nice, quiet asteroid somewhere to dump them on...
Scraplets!
Kain's entrance to the hold isn't quiet; there's a lot of draconic snarling, a few swear words here and there, small bursts of fire that doesn't seem to have a visible source around him, and he's laying about with a small swarm of the things chasing and trying to get at the spines and scales covering his tail, legs, and wings.
Judging by the trail of blood, the number of bite marks he's got, and one in pieces that gets thrown aside once he gets a claw on it, it hasn't been going entirely well; they seem to've figured out to circle out, lunging in to latch onto his tail and back from behind whenever he turns to catch one of them.
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Unfortunately it doesn't leave him a lot of options. Shooting at a stranger who seems to be in the same boat doesn't seem entirely polite, after all. And those little gouts of flame aren't making him want to come much closer.
There has to be something here, right? He casts around a bit... Where's a broom when you need one?
"Try rolling on the floor!"
[Coughs, I was a bit eaten, sorry for the late >.>; ]
He only has a brief glance to give a clue he's acknowledging it before he does drop into a roll, throwing his wings into an oddly human movement as if they were a second set of arms; it's at least enough to scatter them for a moment, even if it's not something that'd work as a long-term solution on its own.
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